Like always with these guys, lots of flattery and a masterful courtship. I can do this, I can do that, I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread, blah blah blah blah blah blah.
A year later- The threat of sheriff deputies and a very unpleasant visit I get one of two guns back. He's damaged the other one and won't give it back "until he does the right thing and takes care of me". Is that code for "I'm f'ing you hard right now"?
Between the excuses and the lies I don't think I'll ever trust a gunsmith again. I swear to Pete I considered burning his house down he made me so mad.
